Friday, August 6, 2010
I Love My Job
I agree, David. We've been laggin' it. So this evening I was working door and my coworkers and I had begun cleaning up the concession area when this chick came up to us and said, "Hi. I think there's a girl passed out in the bathroom." I went to investigate and saw her sitting on the floor of one of the stalls. "Is everything okay in there?" I asked. She replied, "Yeah, I'm fine. I just need to get this out." She then proceeded to puke and I went to grab a cup of water for her. Water makes everything better when you're puking. So as I was giving her the cup, I thought to myself, "Thank god she made it to the bathroom." I decided to leave her alone because I wasn't going to do much good standing outside the stall waiting for her. Besides, I still had a few theater checks I needed to do. I grabbed the awesome lightsaber thing (or flashlight. whatever.) and my clipboard and headed down the hall. I opened the door to Auditorium 3, rounded the corner, and BAM. Vomit. A nice, wide spread of it. I don't know what she ate for dinner, but the smell of it was quite pungent. So I gathered a shitload of cleaning supplies and went at it. Where's the upside to this, you ask? I got employee points for cleaning it up. I think I get to use those for stuff like free tickets.